surprise.
“Now? It is late,” she said in a whisper.
“I know Dr. Van Hauser, but duty calls,” Harold said before hanging up. Camilla gave Sloane a disappointed look.
“It’s okay,” he said looking at her. “You should know how many times that has happened to me,” he said smiling.
***
Detective Jameson looked at Camilla as she walked into his office. He could tell that she was a little pissed off being called in like this especially this late at night.
“Dr. Van Hauser. Good to see you as always,” he said as she took a seat.
“Detective Jameson,” she said without a smile.
“I see you brought me the report,” he said looking at the file in her hands. She took a deep breath and put the file on his desk.
“This is the same report I faxed you yesterday and I as I always do, faxed you another copy this morning because your careless secretary always manages to lose the first one,” she said. He sensed anger in her voice.
“Is it really?” Harry said. She smiled and leaned back in her seat.
“Case of Veronika Petrovic, twenty two year old Russian national, here on a student visa. Time of death, Wednesday ten PM. Cause of death severed carotid probably caused by a double edged blade, pocket knife maybe.” She crossed her arms over her chest and eyeballed him. As she recited the case she knew ever so well, Harry had been going through the report and was surprised that she had actually recited the entire report. He looked up at her and smiled. He was impressed.
“I see you know your stuff,” he said with a smile.
“I am sure you are surprised. After all, I have only been an ME a mere twelve years,” she said cynically. He let out a laugh and placed the file back on the table.
“Why am I here, Jameson?” she asked. He looked at her and for a minute, he was a bit tongue tied as he looked at her looking lovely as usual. From what she wore he could tell that he had probably interrupted her evening plans. She was in a green fitting sleeveless pencil dress and a pair of black soled lime green heels. Her hair, which she had always worn in a bun while on the job, was worn down.
“Did I pull you from a previous engagement?” he asked looking at her long freshly shaven legs. She smiled and ran her fingers through her hair.
“I don’t think that matters anymore, Jameson, or does it?” she paused and waited to hear his answer.
“May I ask who it was?” Harry asked with a smile.
“Why do you want to know so badly?” Camilla said, still holding her gaze.
“I saw you with that FBI dude the other guy. I could never really get his name. Flynn? Blaine?”
She shook her head irritated. “Sloane.”
“Sloane. That’s the name,” he said snapping his fingers. She uncrossed her arms and stood up.
“Detective Jameson, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave,” she said standing up.
“I don’t think you need to go just yet,” he said standing up. She turned around angrily and looked at him again.
“Why, Jameson. What do you want? What the fuck do you fucking want?” she asked angrily. He said a silent prayer thanking God no one was in the office. “Cat got your tongue Jameson?” He looked at her still quiet. He wanted to say so much but he couldn't. For some reason, this one woman always seemed to have this effect on him.
“For once in your life Harold Jameson, be a man and tell me why you called me here. If not, I will walk out and so God help me if I ever answer your call again,” she said, one hand on the door handle. Harry walked around the table and quickly made his way to where she was and kissed her.
She pulled away and looked at him in surprise before slapping him hard across the face. She lifted her hand to slap him again but he held her hand above her head. She raised her other one but he held this one as well. She looked at him in surprise as he stood in front of her pinning her against the door. “I told you to say it,” she hissed.
“If I have to tell you now then you are not as bright as I thought Dr. Van Hauser,” he said looking at her. She jerked and tried to free her hand but he was too strong for her. He brought his face down and kissed her again. He was not surprised when she kissed him back; after all, it was only a matter of time till she let her pride go.
As they stood there kissing, their mouths violently crashing against each other, she felt her knees go weak. Here was someone who had literally given her hell just because he was not confident enough to let her know how he felt and he had the audacity to call her from her date. A promising date at that. Now here she was, at the mercy of Harold Cory Jameson, a man she had desired for so long.
She closed her eyes as she kissed him, feeling every part of his mouth. She ran her tongue along the insides of his cheeks making him shiver. He slowly pulled away and looked at her. “Dr. Van Hauser, where did you learn that?” he asked in a whisper. She smiled.
“I have a few tricks up my sleeve,” Camilla said. “Now if you would release my arms,” she said looking into his eyes.
“But I live in constant fear of being smacked if I do that,” he said with a smile. “And with your arms up there, I get to do this,” he added as he lowered his head to kiss her neck. He ran his tongue along the smooth skin of her neck and then worked his way back to her lips. She moaned out softly as he kissed her gently.
Without knowing it, his grip on her wrists was loosening slowly by the minute. By the time he knew what was going on, her hands were on his shoulders and he had his arms around her, holding her tightly. He pulled away from her lips again. This time, she was panting with desire, her panties wet with longing.
She wondered what he was going to do next. She wanted so much to pull his shirt apart but she had done her part of the chase. It was now his turn to chase her. “I have wanted to do that for three years,” he said in a whisper. She smiled.
“Three years and that is all you wanted to do?” she asked.
He felt his cock get a little stiffer when she said that. Was that ‘take me now’ in Van Hauser land? He smiled and raised his hand. He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear.
“What do you mean, Dr. Van Hauser? I’m afraid you’ve lost me.”
Camilla rolled her eyes. These English men and their words. She reached down and gently grabbed his hard cock.
“What do you think I mean, detective Jameson?” she asked looking into his eyes. He needed no second bidding. He took her in his arms and carried her to the desk. With one sweep, he got everything off the table and again he thanked his lucky stars for the late hour. He placed her on the desk and began to quickly undo his pants.
She looked down and immediately realized that she had underestimated him. His cock was hard, raging veins showing how much he wanted her. His hand dropped and slipped under her dress, slowly pushing it up as he went on.
He looked into her eyes as he pushed her panties aside and tested her wetness with one long finger. She gasped and held her breath as he slowly moved his finger in and out of her, loving the way she felt, velvety and drenched. He could feel her curls brushing against his finger as he fingered her, still looking at her. Camilla closed her eyes as he withdrew his finger and entered her again using two long fingers.
She moaned a little as she felt his fingers spreading her. He kissed her lips as he worked her way in and out of her, gradually increasing his pace. She went from soft gasps to slow moans.
“Harry, please… now… please,” she begged. He withdrew his fingers and lifted them to her lips. She parted her lips and slowly licked her own juices off his fingers. He smiled as she savored her salty taste.
“Are you ready for me, Dr. Van Hauser?” he asked looking into her eyes as she seductively licked her lips. She barely had any time to answer him before he began working his cock into her. Her walls tensed up as his girth invaded her.
She closed her eyes as he buried himself inside her. He went in balls deep and waited for her to open her eyes. He bucked his lips and slowly thrust into her making her moan. He held on to her waist as he fucked her, his
